Fighting For Love

~Chapter 9~

~Chapter 9~

I finally cried myself to sleep, and surprisingly one of the best sleeps I have had in a while. The rising sun was what woke me up the next morning and I still found myself wrapped in Sam’s arms. Surprisingly, the grass was quite comfortable to lie on, I could stay like this all day, I really could not be bothered going to school now.

Ah crap, school.

I slowly got to my feet and stretched, groaning when my back cracked numerous times and when I looked back down at Sam; it looked like he was trying to hug something closer to him but it wasn’t there. I cracked up laughing, causing him to open his eyes and look around confused until he realised that I was laughing at him. His next look is what caused my abrupt halt in my laughter. “What?” I asked hesitantly.

The next minute I was on the ground with Sam tickling me and the bad thing was, he knew where all the wrong spots to tickle me were. I just laughed my head off as he continued to tickle me with a huge grin on his face constantly. “Sam… please…” I gasped. “Stop…” He chuckled and let go of my waist but didn’t move while I caught my breath.

“Thanks.” I managed to get out between the deep breaths I was taking.

“I would never have guessed you were an extremely ticklish person.” He stood up and held a hand out for me which I gladly took whilst holding the short t-shirt I forgot I had on.

“Thanks.” I let go of his hand and looked up to the sky. “Um Sam, would you happen to know what time it is by any chance?”

“No, sorry. Why?”

“Do you not have school?”

He cringed at the word. “Yeah, damn, I forgot about that. By the looks of it though, I think it could be around midday…”

“Whoops. I think it is a bit late to go to school now.”

Sam nodded in agreement. “Do you want to stay out here with me today? I don’t think I want to go home to my father right now, especially after I ran after you last night…” He scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Why did you follow me anyway?” I asked curiously with a smirk. He looked towards the trees, a small blush forming on his cheeks. “Are you blushing?” I teased, causing his cheeks to darken.

“Well, when he… hit… you, I nearly attacked him!” He spat out. I grabbed his hand and rubbed it slightly in hopes of him calming down.  

“Hey, calm down. Don’t worry about it, I’m fine now, okay? I shouldn’t have pushed him so far.”

“No! Brodie do not think that this is your fault! He should not have hit you in the first place! You’re his daughter!” He pulled my closer to him and wrapped his arms around my waist. “He hurt you and I wasn’t able to stop him! Do you know how bad I felt that I let-“ I placed a finger on his lips.

“It wasn’t your fault Sam.”  

“But-“ I gave him a stern look and he said no more.  

We sat down on the grass just talking about random things when a strange thought came to me. Did Sam know what we were? That we were pure blooded wolves? What they were?

“Hey Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you… um… Do you know what we are?”

He frowned down at me before answering. “Werewolves?”

I cracked a grin and let out a little chuckle, shaking my head. “Yes, but that isn’t what I’m talking about. Do you know what our colours represent?”